she's back

So Abby is safely back in the bosom of her family. She says she had a great time at the cottage with Granny. Well she mostly had a great time. They went with my Mom's friend and her grandson and according to all reports Abby and the grandson argued like they had been married for 25 years. And I truly mean all reports because when asked what her favourite part of the trip was Abby replied, "well not the part when he was annoying me." Also her stock answer whenever anybody asks what she did at the cottage varies between "arguing" and "a lot of arguing". So I guess only time will tell if any of the parties involved will agree to another trip next year.

Now I'm not exactly sure what happened up there in that eco-cottage, but Abby came home with a ziploc bag full of feathers and the mouth of a trucker. Some of our favourite gems in the two days she's been home have been;

"What in the hell is she doing?" A somewhat valid question as we watched Maya trying to climb the adventure climber.

"Damn it!" Some times the Polly Pockets just don't want to get into their rubber dresses.

"Jesus!" Hey, nobody likes to get soaked with their own water gun.

Yeah, so it's been fun. Well it's certainly been funny. I mean, if a pint sized George Carlin is your cup of tea.

I'll leave you tonight with one more funny.

As some of you know I have a trunk upstairs in which I stash my Christmas presents as I purchase them. Usually it's tucked back in my closet, but since Abby was gone last week and Maya's too young to know what's what I had pulled it out to take an inventory and do some general tidying. Of course I neglected to put it away. Last night Abby was watching the TV in our room before bed. When I popped back in to check on her the first thing that caught my eye was the packaging for a little gift that was to go in Maya's stocking. The second thing I notice is Maya's gift in Abby's hand.

Me: Abby, what are you doing?
Abby: I'm sorry Mom. I don't know what's wrong with me!

That last part she said with such genuine despair that I had to turn around and stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from laughing.